How many people do you think will die this Fall and Winter? How many cases will we get up to in December if everyone throws caution to the wind and throws away their masks? Things are frightening right now. Imagine these past three and a half years. Remember how sad we were after Hilary lost? Since then it’s been year after year of tragedy, but I could have never imagined Trump doing something this sinister. Basically telling everyone to go get infected and risk serious consequences.
As of today my daughter is basically out of school. She can’t do virtual anymore. Our IEP is next week. I feel drained by this roller coaster. But today we decided it’s time to get Fiona the education she needs, deserves, and is promised under the law. I am more prepared than ever before for this IEP.
I am so grateful for this beautiful day. The air feels so clean today. Fiona, Jack, and I put out carrots for the deers and collected acorns this morning. I love Fall! I am optimistic that things will improve. We will survive this time period and come out stronger and clear minded.
My piles of laundry still stare at me, actually now it’s one pile, one HUGE pile of clean laundry. I got the pfff last night as my husband searched for clean underwear. My strategy is to first sort the clean clothes, then begin folding, then put away, at least this way I can put my husbands basket of clean clothes right in front of his empty drawers.
Problem solved, for now. I do have dinner stuff, last night my creation of spanish rice, sausage, and broccolini was met with unfriendly eyes. Tonight I will put my best foot forward.
I was able to work in my studio today.
Women’s sewing circleEvery woman’s place
I found a cardboard container of sewing needles. I took the needles out and used the cardboard for collage. The cardboard said women’s sewing circle. I covered it up. I also used my favorite old book pages. I’m out of paint and paintbrushes, mine are all old and gross. I’m using the kids paintbrushes and Elmer’s glue. I plan on buying new art supplies soon for myself.
I feel a bit sad today. Maybe it’s the smokey sky or the fires burning nearby or the red flag warning or the wind storm coming tonight. Maybe its domesticity and my house wife duties, maybe it’s Fiona’s face in my mind, tears in her eyes from more FM problems.
On our end the FM is fixed but during class there’s often extreme static. It’s loud and horrible. Fiona can’t understand what’s being said. tears well up in her eyes and I just want to hug her. She loves school and wants to learn.
Experiences like these make me feel sad and mad again that Fiona’s entire education is based around her hearing. She does have an interpreter and today asked if she could turn off the main class Zoom and have Her interpreter tell her what to do. They got off to a rocky start in Kindergarten but now I think Fiona knows she has to rely on her interpreter even if they don’t have the best relationship.
I can start filling out my application now for Sonoma State Credentialing program. My ASL teacher at Gallaudet said to get a BA in special ed from Sonoma State and an online MA in Deaf Education from Gallaudet. She said many of the special education programs teach outdated information in regards to Deaf education.
My eyes feel like sand paper today. There’s barely a drop of energy left in my body. I am so tired today. There’s laundry everywhere, clean, dirty, piles and piles. Today marks the halfway point of my project and today I don’t have energy for the studio or anything. I wish I could have a day off from my life. Just to rest and relax.
I looked at my CBEST test today, I took that test in 1999. I had the results sent to three universities. I opened my most recent Credential folder information and I had printed out all the information from Sonoma State in 2015. Wanting to become a teacher has been a lifelong dream.
Why do I always put it off?
Today I need to figure out how I can rest with the kids. I’m so tired I don’t want to play barbies or take a bike ride.
I’m O.K. Just a bit blah today. Tomorrow will be better, tomorrow I will be more productive.
Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes 